Beyond her warmth
Beyond her nights of hurricanes
Havana dreamed of something else…
She got new wings
And flew away to other worlds.
The country slept
But cried a sea when it woke up.
So far away
She could not longer taste the salt.
She thought she had it all
She felt so rich, so poor, so sad.
Until that day
Tears became too hard to hide.
She wrote this poem
to never have to feel so far
She ate leaves of fine tobacco
for her heart to smell like fine cigar
She turned into rocks to always be the Malecon
and became an ocean painter to always feel at home.
By Jocy Medina
PS. This poem is part of a Writers Digest Daily poetry competition, whereby each day of the month of April 2015, we are prompted with a word for writing a poem.
Day 4 – The prompt word for this poem was: Departure
To read other poems from this competition, click here.